The light disappeared from the roads.In the early years, there was nothing to drink either, so all life died.Fire! Fire makes the vines bleed.But ice cracks rocks and makes caves where fire can dwell.O Hera! Woe to those who cast steel onto waterFor steel must be cast unto steel, by AresOr by Hefaestion set to rockWhere old Kronos holds it fast, before the day breaks in a new kingThe count of the army was twentyscore and threescore long shipsThe oars ploughed the darkening sea and sped the black ships onward like Apollos plague-bringing arrows.And the maids bid them goodbye with a silent shaking of their scarfs

"I am not fazed by myself. I have dragged myself through too much of myself to be fazed. Others are disturbed by the slightes articulation of themselves. But they are unfazed by the machine."